Shiny people are full of charisma
And trouble
Artists and musicians
Poets and dreamers
Hawkers and cons
All dreams and lack of substance
Spending time with them
Submerges us deep within their intoxicating fog of personality
Their attention like sweet, cold water on a hot day
Being in their orbit is so all-encompassing
That it's easy to forget how destructive their gravity is
Leaving us burning bright and high
Then burnt out and freefalling to fiery impact in the blink of an eye
We think they take the oxygen with them when they leave the room
And we willing hold our breath for the look, the smile, the touch
That leads to madness
As we crave the drug made flesh
That is shiny people
-gws
Because my mama loves me no matter how far away we are, or how frequently we talk
Because my mama loves me no matter how old I get, or how many babies I’ve had
Because my mama loves me no matter how capable or incapable I perceive myself to be
Because my mama loves me no matter how broke I am or successful I become
Because my mama loves me no matter how little or how much I love myself
Because my mama loves me..."more, most, to the moon and back, and to infinity and beyond"
Because my mama will always love her baby girl like the day she learned she carried my spark, and will beyond when our sparks rejoin the stars
Because I love my mama I will treat every check in like a hug
Because I love my mama I will treat every worry like a kiss
Because I love my mama I will treat every conversation as a gift
Because I love my mama I will treat every gift as a treasure
Because I love my mama I will not take any second of her love for me for granted
Because I will always love my mama I will love her like the day my spark took root inside of her, and will beyond when our sparks rejoin the stars
-gws
Ecstasy illuminates It amplifies joy Making time feel inconsequential Grounding me deep in the moment Called by the here and now Allowing full presence in the experience of it Ecstasy demands we be seated in our bodies To experience pleasure And laughter And belonging as part of the great tapestry of living Our senses acute and engaged Begging we greedily partake In the gifts that life offers Richly Vividly Intricately With all of our senses Inciting never ending curiosity And a desire for the bliss of it to never end
In another life I might have been
A pirate queen
A courtesan
A poison-wielding spy
A teacher's pet
A protégé
The apple of your eye
A doe-eyed starlet
A beatnik poet
A comic, humor wry
An astronaut
A swimming star
A mime who would not cry
And yet I have this life to live
One shot for this go 'round
For all the mes that might have been
I like the me I found
-gws
Each time the house shook I knew
A storm was brewing
With unbridled rage
Knew that pools of acrid magma
Were rising to the surface
Seeking release
Each time the house shook I knew
That nowhere was safe
There was not enough time to escape
The maelstrom was coming
Wrathful and vicious
Seeking release
Each time the house shook I knew
I would stand against the gale
Diving deep into my power
Drawing on an ancient strength
Of ancestor, element, and divinity
Seeking release
-gws
Your love has me floating
Like a helium balloon
Tethered to the ground
By a heartstring
Your love caresses my senses
Like the sharp, clean freshness of pine
Endlessly stretching heavenward toward the azure sky
Crowned in misty clouds and enduring
Your love has me believing in forever
Like the love found in bedtime stories and fairy tales
Two hearts forged into an infinity loop
As twin souls merged will do
-gws
I often wonder if I'm missing something
I keep seeming to make the same mistake
Unable to avoid the pothole I know is there
To avoid the nail that snags my sweaters
Every time I walk past
Always forgetting the indulgence that makes me ill
Perhaps these continuous tragedies are the result of
An education I have failed to get
Or failed to learn from
The ripping and tearing
The tripping and falling
The banging and bruising
All from things I know will cause me harm
Things I should know to avoid
And yet I cannot seem to hold the lessons
I cannot seem to employ the learning
And I wonder what is wrong with me
-gws
I think we are strangers
I want to love you, but I don't know who you are
Do you know?
It's hard to love someone you don't know
You don't seem to know who I am
Do you really want to?
We continue to dance in circles
But never to the same tune
All stomped on toes
And elbows to the ribs
Frustrated and blaming the other
Our sketches of the other
Horrific distortions
Each of us unrecognizable
In the images we hold up to each other
Like a horrible collaboration of Salvador Dali and Marc Chagall
We speak to each other in discordant tones
Two different conversations occurring in the same time and space
Cacophonous and dissonate
Everything lost in translation
-gws
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